Oct 06, 2008 22:40
I AM LITERALLY ANGRY WITH RAGE! So it turns out, it wasn't that I "didn't get" the role in in the Correspondance team (read: writing letters instead of talking to fuckwits over telephone); my cuntfuckpisscockshitwanktardhateyoudiebitch manager didn't put me forward for it because she "didn't feel comfortable" doing so. Apparently I'm not ready for it. What? What?! Didn't feel I was ready for reading a bunch of fucking letters by illiterate halfwits and writing replies? Go fuck yourself! This is the same woman, by the way, who read the word "redress" in a briefing as "red dress" and actually wondered out loud why they'd used that term in relation to our compensation policy. I fucking shit you not.
Clearly the only option left to me is to stage a string of fake serial killings using red ribbon, a set of false teeth and my own natural ability to put the "sick and wrong" into "sick and wrong". Watch out, crazy homeless people - Froodle is coming, and she's going to fuck you up.
I had some stuff I was going to say about the last season of the 4400, but I'm too cross now to get appropriately enthusiastic about Jordans hotness, so I'll leave that for tomorrow.
4400,
the wire,
people make me sick,
job of doom